Realistic or Modern 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 {𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙗𝙮-𝙙𝙤𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙}

[mogy]

As yet another day in Silver Creek is coming to an end, the Treehouse Gang find themselves spending the afternoon at Valerie's house. What they don't know is that this might be one of the last normal days they will have before chaos ensues and evil, once again, falls upon Silver Creek.

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[mogy]

episode 0: "The Treehouse Gang"

4:32pm

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mood

"Val?"

location

Val's Treehouse

interaction

No one yet.

School sucked and the weird woman came in the drive through again. Somehow, Sean was always the unlucky bastard who had to decipher what it was that she wanted from the words rotted by her smoker’s cough. Somehow, he always got it wrong at least twice, usually three times. One time she spoke in Spanish thinking it would be easier to understand. No bueno, lady!

Now, knowing the Robert's boy—soon to be man—it was obvious that the thick black hair wouldn’t keep the woman in his head for long; Val had promptly sent a message to the group chat inviting everyone over, and that meant that today could’ve finally been Sean’s big break. The day he finally told Val how he felt about her. About how he loved the smell of her hair, and how masculine the fact that she was shorter than him made him feel.

There wasn’t a quicker time the red t-shirt came off his body than when he saw that text. He wasn’t confessing his undying love in a greasy, mayo-stained Chick-fil-A shirt. That was unprofessional and everyone knew Val deserved the most professional man in the game who definitely was not Finn because Finn was dating Dove and that meant he was off the table, right? Right?

“Whatever. You are so much better and stronger than Finn.” He looked in the mirror, pointing at himself; hyping himself up. “So what if he’s taller? He’ll get scoliosis and die.” Almost as if taken aback by his words, he backed away from the mirror and got out of hype-up mode. “No, not die. That was harsh. Sorry, Finn.”

And without further ado, he walked out of his house into his backyard, got up on the doghouse and promptly jumped over, almost faceplanting but somehow preserving his dignity in the lack of people around him.

“Is anyone up there yet?!” He asked, looking up at the treehouse, rubbing his head, hoping that Val’s wonderful voice would appear.

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